Chapter 11

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"I thought the rumors on the Internet were false, but who knew it was actually a guardian. Look at the method of complaint. It's skillful. I didn't complain at first sight..." After Liu Yuan finished the phone call, Jiang Peixi's assistant was strangely angry. Said.

Someone was probably there. In order to maintain his image, Jiang Peixi didn't let it go when he heard the assistant's words this time. He waited until the assistant had said almost all before calling out the assistant's name: "Shut up, Xiao Liu, don't say this. The news is just hearsay, even if it is true, it is the ability of others. What qualifications do you have to talk about others."

It's better not to say this.

And the makeup artist was even better, and said directly: "What Xiao Liu said is true, Mr. Jiang, don't blame him."

This person is properly Liu Yuan's black powder.

Ren Jianzhang was very angry, but he was still sensible, and did not care about that assistant, but directly said to Jiang Peixi: "Mr. Jiang, please take care of your assistant, and this lady, please take it before you speak. Evidence..."

Ren Jianzhang was still talking, but Liu Yuan, who had not spoken, suddenly interrupted him: "Mr. Jiang, if you can't control your assistant, I don't mind helping you. And this lady, you say these are true. Please show me your evidence. You are in your twenties. You have to be responsible for what you say. Don't just talk about what you are saying. I heard that this is called rumors. Please drink tea at the lowest and highest sentence. If you want to visit the prison, I don't mind helping you."

"Are you threatening me?" The makeup artist looked like he hadn't seen Liu Yu'an so stiff, his eyes widened. "Aren't you afraid that I will tell you about your care?"

Jiang Peixi also turned to look at Liu Yuan.

Mr. Liu glanced at them at the mentally retarded and ignored them.

But the door was suddenly opened.

Two men in their thirties and twenty-three or four, walked in from outside the door.

Seeing the two of them, Jiang Peixi immediately stood up, and said hello to Liu Yuan in a completely different manner: "Hello, President Qi."

The makeup artist doesn't seem to know Mr. Qi.

He was shocked, and then followed Jiang Peixi's question: "Good for Mr. Qi."

Liu Yuan didn't know him, but he guessed it was the person in charge mentioned by He Chengzhou.

Ren Jianzhang had been in contact before, but he knew him, and he quickly stood up and asked, "Hello, President Qi."

"Hello." Mr. Qi, who was in his 30s, replied, then glanced at the makeup artist, then fixed his gaze on Liu Yuan, raising his foot and ran directly towards Liu Yuan.

Seeing him coming, Liu Yuan thought for a while and got up from his seat.

As soon as I stood up, I heard Mr. Qi say: "Mr. Liu, sorry, this matter is our mistake, we have contacted the makeup artist again." Then, he glanced in the direction of the makeup artist, "This This makeup artist belongs to Mr. Jin An's team, and we will contact Mr. Jin An later. I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." Liu Yuan nodded, "If you don't have a makeup artist, I can contact myself."

That's what Liu Yuan said. In fact, he doesn't have a makeup artist.

"No need, we have already contacted." President Qi said quickly.

In fact, they didn't take Liu Yu'an much at first, but today the chairman called his boss and scolded his boss, and then his boss called him again.

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